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Zhao Fuqiang was stunned for a moment, "What you said is that if the person is not dead, can I burn paper for her!"

Jiang Ningning smiled, "Have you seen the body?"

Zhao Fuqiang shook his head, "No, but I saw her portrait hanging in the mourning hall."

"To tell you the truth, as long as I want, I can even live in the mourning hall. You also know that if I want to live in the mourning hall, it will be very convenient. After all, this is what my family does."

Zhao Fuqiang even felt that he didn't understand what Jiang Ningning was talking about, when he saw Jiang Ningning take out a framed photo from the counter.

Black and white.

Jiang Ningning’s.

Pull a black satin flower and put it on the photo.

Jiang Ningning shook her head towards Zhao Fuqiang, "Is this a portrait? Look, I'm still alive."

Zhao Fuqiang:......

He was speechless and looked at Jiang Ningning as if he were a psycho, "Well, normal people, who would have nothing to do to get a portrait of themselves? Isn't this cursing themselves to death?"

Jiang Ningning put the photo down, "It's okay because no one has a portrait for her, but what if something happens? Will this bring benefits to her?"

Zhao Fuqiang was startled.

brings advantages?

His heart skipped a beat, could it be that Kong Yao was not dead?

Can……

why!

When Kong Yao was alive, he also spent money on her, and he was never stingy about anything.

What's the point of pretending to be dead to get money?

After all, Zhao Fuqiang had no way to tell Jiang Ningning about the extramarital affair. He could only ask: "Then how can you be sure whether this person is dead or not?"

Jiang Ningning smiled and said, "That's easy to say. If you don't go find her, it'll be over."

Zhao Fuqiang choked, "I don't know where her home is."

Then he asked: "Besides this, is there any other way to find her?"

Jiang Ningning looked at Zhao Fuqiang, with red lips and white teeth, and smiled brightly, "Call the police."

Zhao Fuqiang:......

Another choke.

"There's no such thing as paper. Even if it's a living person, if I burn it, the other party will receive it?"

Xu Qingqing is driving a live broadcast from another world.

Once you say this.

[Hey, I’m curious too! 】

[It should work, right? Doesn’t it mean that wherever the address is written, it will be burned? 】

[I have to say that I received a big villa today, which is much better than my moon palace. I also want some hairpins. 】

[Sister Chang'e, I want to visit your home. 】

【roll! 】

【……】

【? ? ? 】

Jiang Ningning glanced at the barrage and was a little curious about who Chang'e asked to get out. Why did she feel that there was a strong smell of gossip in it.

She really wanted to chat with another world, so Jiang Ningning decided to make a quick decision and send the man in front of her away.

"There is no such thing. In your situation, I suggest you confess to your lover directly. Is there anything else you need my help with?"

Zhao Fuqiang:......

His eyelids twitched and he looked at Jiang Ningning suspiciously.

Did she see something?

Thinking of Jiang Ningning's previous live broadcast, where he hit a target with one punch, Zhao Fuqiang suddenly felt a sense of shame as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the street.

Brush's expression changed and he left angrily, "If you don't have it, you won't have it. What's the big deal!"

Snake raised his head and said, "Is he sick?"

Jiang Ningning stroked Snake's big head and said, "Ignore him, let's go see Sister Chang'e's gossip!"

Jiang Ningning took Snake to chat with the water friends in the other world live broadcast room.

After Zhao Fuqiang left the funeral parlor, he felt so ashamed that he almost became angry. He kicked the trash can at the door, startling the wild cats nearby and fled. Zhao Fuqiang cursed, tugged on his tie, and got into his car.

I think of my cell phone as if it was plagued again.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Furious, Zhao Fuqiang grabbed his cell phone and cursed.

"What's wrong?" Sun Hong's voice came to mind from the other side.

Zhao Fuqiang suddenly felt like a duck being strangled by the neck. All his anger was suppressed, "No, it's okay. The people below are not sensible. They caused some trouble and are trying to solve it. So what? Why did you call? What? thing?"

Sun Hong's voice was gentle and she said with a smile: "Oh, a friend of mine wants to buy a house in Xuancheng. He doesn't have enough money and wants to borrow some from me. I happened to have just deposited a fixed term a few days ago and I don't have enough spare money. Give me five hundred thousand, and I’ll pay my card soon.”

Zhao Fuqiang almost threw away his phone.

Sun Hong's voice was a little confused, "What's wrong? Why don't you speak? Are you unwilling?"

Zhao Fuqiang said hurriedly: "No, no, how could you not want to? Who do you think I am? What? I just signed, OK, no problem, five hundred thousand, right? I'll sign it up later." I’ve put a card in for you.”

Sun Hong smiled and responded, "Then I'll wait for you. Hurry up and transfer now."

The phone was hung up.

Zhao Fuqiang seemed to have had three hundred kilograms of rice lifted off his shoulders. He leaned on the back of his chair exhausted and took two deep breaths.

He stared blankly at the pedestrians in front of him, waited for three or four minutes, then picked up his mobile phone to transfer money to Sun Hong's bank card.

When the five hundred thousand was transferred, Zhao Fuqiang stared at the bank balance for a moment.

He only has over 600,000 left?

Zhao Fuqiang suddenly sat upright, staring at the phone carefully as if he didn't believe anything, even counting tens, hundreds, millions, one by one.

I counted it several times and it was still more than 600,000.

Buzz buzz~

Buzz buzz~

The cell phone suddenly came to mind.

Zhao Fuqiang dropped his cell phone on the mat like a Zhongdian.

When it fell, I happened to press the button to connect.

The voice that gave Zhao Fuqiang a headache came from inside. It was Kong Heng, "One million, I remind you, don't miss a dime. Give it to me within three days, otherwise, you have to wait for me!"

Kong Heng finished his sentence and hung up the phone.

Zhao Fuqiang's anger erupted from his eyes, but his body was covered in cold sweat and dry sweat.

He only has over 600,000 left!

Where can I find a million!

Moreover, he was sure that even if the one million was paid, the scoundrel would continue to blackmail him.

Jiang Ningning's words rang in Zhao Fuqiang's mind again.

It is impossible to confess to his wife. Once he confesses, his wife and children will definitely be separated.

That's impossible.

His wife earns more than he does, and he can't lose such a profitable wife.

Besides, the two children are both promising. If they knew that he was having an extramarital affair, they would not like to see him.

He remains a good father figure.

Then we can only go to Kong Yao.

Zhao Fuqiang took a deep breath and called Kong Heng back.

Kong Heng answered the call quickly and asked in a gruff voice, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Fuqiang said: "I want to see you."

Kong Heng probably didn't expect to hear such a sentence with ten brains. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why are you seeing me?"

Zhao Fuqiang didn't know whether it was because of suspicion or something else, but he always felt that Kong Heng's voice seemed to be trembling a little when he said this.

Is he guilty?

Then I remembered what Jiang Ningning said: Is the person dead?

Zhao Fuqiang became more and more determined to see Kong Heng, "One million, I will give it to you only when I see you, otherwise you go find my wife, I can't give it to you!"